UNORDINARY: Trey Wilson.

"Part 1: Chapter 2"

Trey continued to curl up on the floor, the voice of his parents echoing around him. In spite of the constant stream of vitriol he was being subjected to, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Maybe I'm just not good enough," he thought to himself.

As his frustration and anger began to build, the world around him started to slowly distort. The walls of his home began to warp and buckle, as if they might crumble at any moment.

Trey tried to maintain his composure, but the pain and rage building inside of him started to overwhelm him.

Suddenly, a burst of red light erupted from the floor beneath him and began to form into an ethereal figure. The figure was composed entirely of glowing red light, and its shape and form were constantly shifting and changing.

The figure had no face, but it felt like it was staring straight at Trey. It was as if it could see into his very soul.

"Stop looking at me!" He shouts, creeped out and scared.

The figure's form continued to shift and change, but its gaze remained fixed.

It seemed to be analyzing Trey, searching for any weakness or flaw that it could exploit.

In that moment, Trey felt the urge to lash out with his anger and frustration, and it was as if the figure was encouraging him to do exactly that.

Without thinking, Trey reached for a nearby object and hurled it at the figure with as much force as he could muster.

*The figure remained silent and unmoved, the thrown object shattering against its glowing form.

This only served to further enrage Trey, and the power he felt building up within him started to rise to a fever pitch.

Before he could think to stop himself, he swung his fist in the direction of the figure, aiming for its face.

To his surprise, his fist passed seamlessly through the figure's glowing form, sending the light streaming across the floor and walls of the room. "What the..?"

Trey's hand passed through the crimson-infused figure with no resistance. It was as if the entity that appeared before him was ethereal, lacking any physical form that would hinder his attack. But Trey could sense that the figure was still observing him, searching for any vulnerability that it could exploit.

The figure's presence seemed to ignite the flames of Trey's fury, his power surging to dangerous levels as his rage continued to build. With each passing moment, the light around the mysterious entity flickered and crackled, as if they were a reflection of his internal turmoil. At this point, Trey was tripped out.

The figure's face remained a shapeless blank, yet its presence was inescapable. Trey was gripped by a growing sense of paranoia, an unsettling feeling that this unknown entity had designs upon him. He attempted to lash out once more, aiming a powerful punch at the crimson light, but once again, his strike passed through the entity, his rage-fueled attack falling short.

Trey's mind raced with questions. What was this entity? Was it a product of his own mind, or something external, seeking to take advantage of him in his vulnerable state?

All these thoughts ran through the young boys mind, as he curls up in a ball, scared.

The entity continued to shift and change, the crimson light flickering and flickering as if the very fabric of reality was being stretched to its limits. It was as if the entity was a projection of something else, something bigger than itself. Trey felt an overwhelming sense of unease in its presence, a growing sense of dread as the entity continued to stare at him.